If I was less reflective, maybe I’d be happier.
If I was less nostalgic, maybe I’d know how to enjoy what’s right in front of me instead of always longing for more.
If I was more present maybe I could see the joy in what is instead of the tragedy in what isn’t.
If I could have an idea without it turning into a business, if I could meet someone without seeing all of them, if I could look at someone and not scrutinize them, not reduce them to their traumas and tragedies and hopes until I find the whole thing too beautiful to bare, then maybe I’d have a shot.
At normalcy.
At complacency.
At happiness.
Whatever the difference.
If I could be less Barbara Streisand crying out to Hubble and more cool girl next door, Mia Farrow waving to Woody Allen across the park, maybe I could let it go.
‘If I push too hard it's because I want things to be better, I want us to be better, I want you to be better. Sure I make waves, I mean you have to! And I'll keep making them until you’re every wonderful thing you should be and will be.’ -The Way We Were
If I could learn to let go, learn the meaning of the word indifference, then maybe I could find joy.
Or at least, contentment.
I wouldn’t have to think about missed opportunities and things that might have been. I could just live, and be, and accept.
“You never give up, do you?”
“Only when I’m absolutely forced to. But I’m a very good loser.”
“Better than I am.”
“Well, I’ve had more practice."
Would have beens
Should have beens.
If I could see what’s right in front of me, then maybe it would be different. If I could stop looking for the potential, stop wanting, start focusing on the here and now, maybe we’d have a shot.
“You push too hard Katie.”
If I could let go.
If I could just be.
‘Oh, but look what I have”
If I was less, if I was less, if I was less.
If you haven’t yet seen Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford’s The Way We Were, which all the quotes are from, please stop everything immediately and go see it. But not before grabbing a box of tissues. And maybe some chocolate. And definitely bottle of wine. (red, I reckon)
This trailer is terrible. But trust me. It’s beautiful.
This was beautiful Angela 💗 And I absolutely love The Way We Were, it’s so good! 🤗